Social Nightmare Page #2
Thank you.
Attention, students.
Election results are in
for Student Body Council.
Student body rep,
Raymond Barajas.
Treasurer, Misty Jenkins.
Secretary, Pamela Ferguson.
Vice President, Casey Price.
And your president...
it was a close one...
Cat Hardy!
Congratulations
to all our winners.
I'm sorry.
No, it's fine. She
won fair and square.
Ah, congratulations.
You're not mad?
No!
Congratulations, silly.
Thanks.
Oh.
Aww.
Whoo!
Hey, hey, hey!
No skateboarding, fellas!
You know better than that.
Awesome, Cat.
Hey, way to go, Cat.
Why don't you watch
where you're going?
Don't!
Don't!
Oh, does that bother you?
Get away from me!
Look at me, retard!
Hey!
What did you say?
It's just a joke.
Well, it's not funny.
Come on, Joan.
Sorry we can't all
be suck-ups like you.
Hey, shut up!
Make me!
Maybe I will.
You know what, Emily?
She's not even worth it.
Why don't you shut
your stupid mouth?
Excuse me, ladies. Is
there a problem here?
Yeah. Haylee's
bullying Joan.
That's a lie.
I didn't even touch her.
Joan, is that true?
She called me the "R" word.
Thank you, Joan.
Haylee, Principal's office now.
Now.
Come on.
Okay. Okay, now...
Now you can color two boxes,
and then you have to write who,
what, when, where and why.
Write along this red line,
down to this...
Okay, okay.
Don't rush me.
So, anyway, Haylee's
on probation now.
What's her problem?
I don't know.
She's a piece of trash.
Sorry, guys.
I just...
I just don't like people
messing with my sister.
Thanks for
having her back, Cat.
Of course.
Joan.
Say cheese.
I... I don't like pictures.
One more?
Okay.
Oh, we gotta go.
No! I wanted to interview
more people.
I can drive you home.
Thanks.
Finally found a good one, Cat.
I know.
See you guys.
Bye.
Mom?
In here.
Madam President.
Oh, jeez, Mom.
I'm so proud of you, honey.
And I made a special meal.
Well, I got a special meal.
Santa Fe Supremo
from Antonio's,
your favorite, double guac.
Yay. You're the best.
I thought...
we might even have
one more reason
we might be celebrating.
Oh, it's thin.
I don't think that matters.
I'm too nervous!
I can't open it!
Can you do it?
Okay. Really?
Yeah.
All right.
Wait, wait, wait!
Maybe I should wait for Emily?
It's too late.
You want me to s-stop?
No.
"Dear Catherine Hardy,
"we are pleased to inform
you of your admission
to the Brown/Rhode Island School
of Design Dual Degree program. "
I'm in! I'm in!
"You have also been
selected as a recipient
"of the Dr. Arthur
V. Tassel Scholarship,
"covering the full cost
of tuition,
contingent on
maintaining a 3.3 GPA."
Oh, Cat.
I got a full ride.
I got into Brown/RISD.
Oh, baby. Kitty Cat,
why are you crying?
I'm happy.
It's finally happening.
Oh, Mom.
We've still got the rest
of spring and summer.
We'll spend tons
of time together.
Yeah.
I'm gonna call Em.
Hello.
Did you get it?
Yeah.
Oh, no.
It sounds like you got in.
That's great.
I don't get it.
You have a higher GPA
than I do.
Um, maybe you have,
like, more activities, or...
you know, maybe you
had a better essay.
Oh, Em, don't cry.
I'm sorry. It's...
This is really good for you.
Congratulations.
Don't be stupid.
This is our plan, our dream!
We'll contest it together.
You would do that for me?
We're best friends.
They're not gonna split us up.
You know, come over tonight.
We'll write the
admissions committee.
Mom, is that okay?
Yeah.
Actually, come over now. We
don't have a lot of time.
Okay.
Okay, bye.
Jeez, you're taking longer
to proofread it
than we did to write it.
It's missing something.
It's...
What's that quote
Ms. Langran keeps
in the counseling office?
The one, uh,
by Abraham Lincoln?
feeling of discouragement
set on you or something on you.
I don't know.
I'll look it up.
I feel like if you put
something in the last sentence
that says that you respect
that they'll like that.
Okay, like what?
Like...
hang on.
Um...
Mom.
What? "Precede"?
Don't you mean "proceed"?
No. How you wish to precede.
Is that not right?
No.
Are you sure?
Why don't you look
that up, too, Emily.
Oh, I don't need to look it up.
to Wrongville, population you.
Hmm. Really?
Okay, okay, here it is.
"Let no feeling of
discouragement prey upon you,
and you are
sure to succeed. "
"... sure to succeed. "
Okay. That's good, right?
This will do it?
What do you think, Mom?
I think it's a great letter of appeal,
and I think it's getting late.
Okay.
We have to stay together.
What?
So, what? I'm a loser?
I didn't post that.
Yeah, right. Nice quote.
Em, I swear.
Screw you, Cat.
What's up, guys?
It's Emily.
Leave your name and a message,
and I'll call you back.
Emily, I would never even think
something like that about you.
I don't know what's going on.
Call me back.
The BuddyMe site administrators
just told me
to change my password,
but they can't guarantee
it won't happen again.
Well, you kids put all your
business up on that site,
you're just asking for trouble.
I feel violated.
Ah, it's just a website, honey.
There's more important
things in life.
Yeah, but, Mom,
somebody actually got
onto my hard drive
and pulled that quote.
Emily actually believed I would
say something like that.
Well, pride can get
the best of us.
What do you mean?
Madam President,
need I remind you
that, for the last
two years in a row,
you have beat out
your best friend for office?
On top
of her rejection from Brown?
I mean, she must be...
You know, people do crazy
things when they're jealous.
She's not jealous.
She's my friend.
Who had complete access to your
computer and your BuddyMe account.
She loves me.
Didn't stop her from
accusing you, now, did it?
Mom!
Okay, okay.
Forget I mentioned it.
I'm gonna take
your computer in today
and get one of those
fire thingies installed.
Firewall?
Fire... whatever.
Let's precede
with our firewall plans.
Aren't you a little bit
late for school?
Goodbye.
The BuddyMe site administrators
told me to change my password.
I just hope
it doesn't happen again.
It's just my stupid temper.
I know you'd never really
write anything like that.
I don't think you're a loser.
I think you're awesome.
I know.
Okay, I'll...
I'll see you soon.
Okay, bye.
What's going on?
I don't know.
I'm so over high school.
Hey, Cat. Nice work.
Definitely put
that site to use.
Ha! For sure. So much better
to be an informed consumer.
What were those idiots
talking about?
I have no idea.
Hey, Jessica.
Hey, liar.
What? You think just because
you're going to Brown
and you're class president,
you can do whatever you want?
You want to tell me
what you're talking about?
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